
Kiss of the Eye
Sometimes it takes weeks,
Sometimes forever,
To seize the moment that captures,
The kiss of our eyes.
There’s always anticipation,
Brimming to its peak,
For you never know when to expect,
The kiss of our eyes.
My eyes keep wandering through the crowd,
Silently crying out for attention,
For just maybe you’ll respond my plea with,
The kiss of our eyes.
There’s thrill in this drama,
All happening in my head,
As I wait with baited breath (for),
The kiss of our eyes.
Maybe you’re consciously delaying it,
Or maybe you’re just thinking about someone else,
Adjourning indefinitely,
The kiss of our eyes.
But then it just happens,
In the moment I least expect it to,
And thats what makes it imperfectly perfect,
The kiss of our eyes.
Time freezes, and so do we,
A firm blank stare ripping me apart,
The heart is all that feels alive; pumping furiously at,
The kiss of our eyes.
And thats when we truly talk,
Without any inhibition, without any words,
Adding another chapter to the seductive mystery of,
The kiss of our eyes.
You leave me dry in the throat,
My eyes scrambling in all directions,
Cursing myself to have not held on to,
The kiss of our eyes.
There’s longing for more,
As I fumble back up on my feet,
Cherishing the aftertaste of,
The kiss of our eyes.
Sometimes it takes weeks,
Sometimes forever,
To seize the moment that captures,
The kiss of our eyes.